ANDREW BLAKEMORE Poems

Look to the sky
As the dawn does break
And its gold slowly turns to blue,
Look to the sky
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The sycamore seeds through the air gently falling
And winding in circles then rest on the ground,
This October morning so still and so peaceful
While hues of the autumn are cast all around.
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Away then fly sweet bird of peace
And spread your wings across the land,
So red with blood and scarred by shell
May you then greet each soldier's hand,
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So still the night
The stars are bright
Up in the evening sky,
Alone I stare
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Within the April woodland grow
The bluebells of the dawning spring,
A sea of blue like waves that flow
Upon the breeze they softly sing.
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Now spring has blessed this waiting land
I look upon the village Croft,
And see the chestnut trees of May
With blossom flowers of white,
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For as the final train appeared
And stopped beside the platform bare,
The last to journey disembarked
Then carried on their way,
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Sweet thrush if I could sing like you
Upon the bough of that old tree,
Then I would sing the whole day through
And fill this land with melody.
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I cherish the moment that I am now living,
I live every day like it will be my last,
Breathing the air that's so pure around me,
The times I remember that go by so fast.
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You gripped my heart with passion's fire
You filled my soul with true desire,
The first time that our eyes did meet
I felt my life was so complete,
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